The Power

Carl towered over Camela. Noticing the blinking red light in the video cam, he started to make his message.

“Whose my bitch?” challenged Carl. Camela seeing no other choice replied through sobs very weakly..

“*sob* I am..”

“I can’t hear you.. shout it to the camera you dim-wit!!”

“I am!!” said Camela louder..

“Still can’t hear you.. You fucked up bitch! Oh wait, not yet.. But soon, you will be” shouted Carl; and with that, he slapped her face hard causing her to cry harder and scream in pain.

“I SAID WHO??” shouted Carl making clearly that he is very, very annoyed.

“I AM!!!” said Camela almost shouting.

“That’s better.” Said Carl, beaming with pride, who continued to degrade Camela. “Who would follow any orders I give?”

“I will..”

“Under whose orders will you follow without a question, no matter what it is?” pursed Carl.

“Y-yours master Carl..”

“Good, now, Whose my slave?”

“I am..”

“Hmm??”

“I am.. Master Carl”

“Good, good.. now whose fault is all this: why you’re being treated like this?”

“Rrr-Raiza Master?”

“Raiza who?”

“Raiza Lee..” cried Camela in defeat.
“Very good. Now, kneel down and suck my dick off. I want you to undress me using only you mouth.” Ordered Carl.

Camela, crying in her difficult position, knelt down and bit the garter in Carl’s boxers and frighteningly, yanked it down. Carl’s cock wasted no time waiting inside when it’s so sore, stood up and sent some precum straight into Camela’s face. This caused Camela’s confidence to shatter even more leaving nothing but regret.

Camela very slowly, licked Carl’s cock. Carl enjoying every bit of Camela’s hardships, suddenly rammed his dick straight into Camela’s throat choking and gagging her. He continued on raping Camela’s mouth until there were no tears left in Camela’s eyes to drop. Camela tried her best to suck Carl’s erection as best she could but it wasn’t enough. Carl tired of all of Camela’s shyness, ordered her to strip dance her robe as she grovel and beg him to fuck her brains off. Camela, seeing no other choice, walked toward Carl slowly and so sexily that Carl was surprised she was hiding a talent like that within her. She very slowly discarded her robe and slowly went in front of Carl, knelt down ever so sexily that made the rest of the gangsters aroused. “Please Master Carl, I beg of you to fuck my brains out. Do everything that you wish to me.” begged Camela.

Carl, rolled his eyes pretending to be bored, was now having a hard time in concealing his excitement. ”Oh very well then..” he replied with a false sigh.

Carl forcefully pushed Camela’s right shoulder hard causing her to fall backwards lying on the floor. Carl quickly got on top of her then started to kiss her harshly on the lips. Camela’s eyes once again begun to form tears as she was caught off guard by Carl’s series of attacks.

“I’m gonna show you what EVERYTHING is.. you’ll wish that you were never born bitch!” roared Carl as he redirected the assaults on her mouth to her nipples. He took out a small but sharp rod out of nowhere. He then, bit, sucked nibbled and even pinched Camela’s nipples until they were shooting out like hell. Quickly, Carl pinched Camela’s right nipple and gave it a tug. With the long thin rod he produced earlier, he pierced Camela’s right nipple resulting in a loud, shrill cry of pain. Camela writhed in pain and tried to thrash but Carl’s body pinned her from moving much. Carl sneered; her pain is giving him much pleasure. He then continued and did the same to the left nipple.

He looked at his work: Camela lying on the floor, her unruly hair from her struggles, her eyes red from all the crying she did, and her breasts; big as ever, except that both her nipples are pieced by one thin rod. The piercing of her nipples made her breasts closer to each other than before.

Carl, seizing his chance, shoved his erection straight in her cleavage forcing her breasts to ward off giving space for the thick long hot organ to pass between her breasts. This caused the rod in her nipples to further open the wound in both of the pierced nipples. Camela almost fainted from the immense pain in her nipples. Carl noticing Camela’s unstable consciousness withdrew his prick only to thrust it hard again. He fucked her breasts so violently, that Camela lost consciousness and fainted even before he climaxed. Annoyed by her low level of endurance, he slapped her smartly causing her to stir slightly. When he saw that it had no effect, he became furious and grabbed the rod, and very slowly pulled the rod upwards making her kneel. Camela tried to pretend to be unconscious, but when she felt the rod being pulled, the pain was far too great for her to ignore. She could practically feel her fleshed giving away little by little. When she could no longer hold back the pain, she screamed at the top of her lungs trying to alleviate the pain. Her screams in pain echoed in the room.

Carl marveled at his mutilation of such a great body. The pain he inflicted upon it. He almost felt sorry for what he did and what is in store for her... Almost.. but not quite. A hand grabbed her shoulder making sure she can’t struggle much (not that she still has the strength to do so). The other spread her legs far and wide. He positioned his shaft in her almost dry pussy. She could feel the head of his organ in her entrance. She tried to struggle to get free but she has exceeded her physical capacity in enduring his assaults.

‘Damn she’s tight’ Carl thought as he violates her body. He could feel the walls in Camela’s pussy tightening around his hard cock. Soon, he felt Camela’s hymen. Giving her a nasty glare, (much to Camela’s delight) he withdrew his cock. But just as Camela was about to wonder why the sudden change in the course of action, Carl with almost al his strength, he thrusted forward into Camela’s pussy breaking her hymen. She screamed in pain as she felt her break. Carl went on grinding her reminiscing her screams of pain. Soon, he felt himself nearing; he gave a few more thrusts and withdrew just in time, shooting his load into her body. Camela was panting heavily thankful that he is finally done. However, Carl’s unmoving figure gave her the idea that somehow, it’s yet over.

Carl, still unsatisfied despite what happened, began locking Camela’s wrists and ankles. He would make her feel pain as she has never known before. He lifted her limp body and hung it. Camela, still quivering for fear of her life, whimpered in despair. Carl seeing his chance took out his whip and began whipping her ass. At each hit, Camela would yelp in pain as tears would for in her eyes. He kept hitting it ignoring her pleas until blood had appeared Carl then moved to face her. She looked up to see his face so full of confidence as he towered over her making her feel even more humiliated and looked away in shame. Her tears dripping to the dirty floor beneath her, Camela begun to remember how they used to pick on him never imagining that this may occur. Carl held Camela’s chin and slowly raised her face and looked deep into her eyes. His face was so horrifying! It was like of the devil: Pure pleasure in her pain and misery.

Carl took hold of Camela’s jaw and squeezed it hard making her protest in pain. Before Camela could even react, he once again shoved his erection inside Camela’s mouth gagging her. Camela still crying tried to not to lick Carl’s cock which she found is impossible. Carl grabbed hold of Camela’s hair and used it as support as he raped Camela’s mouth. Camela’s head kept bobbing up and down in Carl’s shaft and some of her teeth scrapes Carl’s member. This gave Carl even more pleasure. Carl felt the pressure building again. He backed off only to insert it in Camela’s cleavage. As Carl fucked Camela’s breasts, his rocking only made the piercing in Camela’s nipples rip the sensitive flesh. Camela cried in tears at each thrust. Camela’s cries and his constant abuse on her body left Carl no chance to stop his already built pressure. He took out a small knife and made some cuts on Camela’s smooth skin. Camela inhaled deeply trying to suppress her tears each time Carl would make a long cut in her now-imperfect-skin. The cuts on Camela’s skin slightly bled. They would leave a mark that would last for at least a week. Carl wrote “I am a whore” across Camela’s breasts. This time, he did made the writing a bit deeper than the usual and Camela burst into tears. She was crying except that she seemed to have lost all her tears from her so frequent crying. Carl, seeing that she had more than enough decided to leave her there. ‘I might need some stress reliever when I come ba3ck from school’ he though to himself smirking at Camela. She gave a perplexed stare at him before falling to the ground. Carl had smacked Camela’s face with his fist when she had stared at him.

‘Tomorrow, Camela would have to go to school to deliver the message to Raiza. However, it doesn’t have to REALLY be Camela is it?’ Carl thought malevolently. ‘I would overshadow Camela so that the bitch would do exactly as planned. However, to make it convincing, I would just have to siege control when it is needed. Otherwise, I would just have to stay silent and watch..’ Carl though as he formulate his plan. After deciding that the plan might work, he slept in the master bed room. Camela, still bound and still hanging, was terribly traumatized. She feared for her friends’ lives. If Carl could do this to her, what more would he do to Raiza who started this furry??